Last week was a bust. No, really. I totally dropped the ball on all my goals thus far. In my defense my kids didn't have school all week. So I feel justified blaming my lack of following a plan on them. And the whole drinking water thing, you all know you can't drink water when the kids are around. No, that is forbidden.
But I do still have the scale. And my measurements. No, I haven't checked if they have changed. I am a little afraid to, just in case they have gone up instead of down. Nope. My weigh-in won't be until January.
I'm back in the saddle again, folks. I've got my plan a made. I have my endless water bottle. I am feeling so good I am going for the big kahuna! I'm dropping candy from my diet. Not sugar. Oh, no. I am so not ready for that. Not sure I ever will be. No. Just candy.
Candy is my addiction. I can't seem to go into a store and come out empty handed. Quite often my cart has two or three treats in it. And then I take those treats and I hide them. That, or I inhale it before I get home and leave the wrapper in a secret place so there is no proof.
Doesn't that sound like addiction to you?
No more, my friends.
I can have a treat if I have cooked it myself and if I am going to sit down and eat it with my family. I have already bought the stuff for our family treat on Sunday, Cherry Cobbler. I can look forward to that. And I am talking it up to my kids. We are all excited about it.
I have made sure that I won't need to go to the store, where the chocolate will call to me. "Take me home! You need me. Who cares if my calories are equal to the calories burned in the 45 minutes you ran this morning. You need me!!" Nope. No stores.
I can do this. It is a biggie for me.
So, if you see me this week walking a little wonky and looking like I am going to kill someone, just come up to me and say, "Cherry cobbler. You can make it to cherry cobbler."
But make sure you are at least an arms length away.
Come Friday, there is no telling what I might do.